O we poets are restless creators.
We still search for the original seed
That gives birth to a myriad flowers.
We never conflate false wants with real needs.
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O we poets are restless creators. We still search for the original seed That gives birth to a myriad flowers. We never conflate false wants with real needs. We travel far and wide from pole to pole; From icy realms to roaring worlds of fire We never lose sight of our sovereign souls.- -An amazing write!
Elegantly penned and presented and I agree with Bharat's wonderful comment, for it is indeed a most amazing write and surely worth consideration for Poem of the Day. 10++ and thank you for your timeless poem. And take care.